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Daisy laughed nervously. “I was just thinking exactly the same thing.” She let her eyes travel down his body again. He was the epitome of the former high school and college football player who’d kept himself in good shape. His body hair matched the hair on his head and was golden brown. It was scattered over his chest, then organized itself into a path leading from his belly button to the part of him that was very, very excited to see her. He was just north of well endowed, but not so well endowed that she’d walk funny for a week, and that was exactly what she’d hoped for. Enough to completely fill her needs, but not enough to break her. His jaw was square, his nose Romanesque. His cheekbones high and his hair neatly cut, while leaving just enough length on top to still be a little messy when he didn’t feel like styling it. His eyes looked into her soul as he let her look her fill.
Daisy reached out and gently cupped his scrotum, feeling his testicles sit heavily in her hand as she gently worked them back and forth.
Charlie hissed in pleasure and let his head fall back on his shoulders as his hands held onto her upper arms.
Daisy let go of his testicles, then slowly ran her hand up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the top to stroke him in and out of her grip, making the crown of his cock ruddy and flushed.
“Daisy?” he asked, his voice sounding half-strangled.
“Hmm?” she asked, not taking her gaze off his now throbbing member.
“Do I still smell bad?” he asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered, pushing her against the shower wall behind her before dropping to his knees and lifting one of her knees to drape it over his shoulder while he pressed his faceagainst her, opening his mouth and finding all her secret little places with his tongue and teeth.
Instead of throwing her head back, she forced herself to continue looking down at him as she panted and mewled when he found just the right spot. Daisy gasped, her legs beginning to shake as he lapped at her.
When he’d brought her almost to an orgasm, he sat back on his heels and held her open, wanting to see everything that would be his forevermore.
Panting hard, unable to catch her breath, she reached out and lifted his chin to raise his attention to her face.
He smiled at her as his eyes roved her body up and down several times. “Perfect,” he said. She wasn’t a typical female shifter. She never had been. She was a little bigger boned. A little round in the hips and breasts. Her tummy was soft and swelled gently, rather than being tight and taut. Her long dark hair spilled down to actually touch her ass, and her natural waves meant she rarely had to do more than wash it and allow it to dry on its own. It always looked like she’d curled and styled it. Her eyes were dark and her lashes long and black. Daisy’s skin looked like she had a never fading suntan. Golden, and it practically glowed.
“You look like you’re glowing. Your skin is almost golden.”
Daisy’s smile fell and she pulled him to his feet as she looked right into his eyes, only inches away. “I look golden?” she asked.
He smiled, kissing her lips again.
“And all glowy from the water, too.” He kissed her while he ran his hands down to the juncture between her legs and stroked her there, until he found her clit. Once he had the swollen nub under his finger, he rolled it in little circles, while applying just enough gentle pressure to have her squirming in his arms. He stopped kissing her as he built up more pressure, and her entire body began to shiver and she let out a keening noise that madehim want to come right along with her. But he didn’t. He held himself in check, waiting, his hand stroking her through her first orgasm with him. He waited until she’d begun to come back to herself, then he lifted her and sat her across his hips. He leaned her back against the shower wall, as her lower body leaned out toward him, his cock slipping into her at the last moment.
Daisy moaned, looking at him like she’d finally found home, and waited while he adjusted her and his feet so that they were completely balanced and there was no chance for her to fall. He slipped his hands under her thighs to help support her, then started stroking himself into her waiting body.
“Oh, God,” she murmured, as her eyes closed and she pressed her head against the shower wall behind herself.
“Is that okay? You comfortable enough?” he asked.
“Don’t stop,” she said, her channel clenching at him every time he withdrew, only to have him thrust his way back in.
“Never,” he said, his voice hard and guttural as he slipped his arms under her legs and lifted her a couple of inches more, his hands gripping her ass as he picked up speed. “I want you to let go, Daisy. I want you to come apart on my dick. I want to feel your body as it squeezes mine.”
“Yes,” she rushed out. “Yes, please.”
His hips picked up speed, he slammed his cock into her faster and deeper than he had before. The louder she moaned, the harder he stroked into her.
Just when he thought he couldn’t hold back anymore, her whole body seized up, every muscle tightening as pleasure raced through her. She even held her breath as the tremors carried through her over and over again. “Breathe, my love. Breathe,” he encouraged.
Daisy opened her mouth and gasped for breath, as her body gave the first signs of relaxing.
Charlie wasted no time. He’d waited a long, long time for this. He began pistoning his cock in and out of her body.
Daisy was panting harder than she had yet, looking at him with hesitance in her eyes.
But he didn’t stop, he clenched his jaw, pulled his lips back and let out a running growl as his face contorted and he finally let go, filling her body full of his release, shooting so far inside her that he had no doubt, if she was in the right time of the month, she’d be telling him in a few weeks that they were pregnant. Just as the last bit of his release left his body, Daisy bent her knees bringing her legs up closer to her chest as she came again, screaming his name this time.
Charlie kept stroking until she was whimpering. Only then did he lower her legs, setting her on her feet.
